╰┈➤In a world where the line between life and death blurs, a girl named Kwon Dae is haunted by the tragic loss of her five childhood friends, in a devastating car crash. Three months after their funeral, Dae's nights are filled with vivid visions an...
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"Sometimes, I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders." I confess, my voice barely above a whisper.
"So let me help you carry it." he replies, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder, his eyes full of understanding. ────────────
I jolt awake with a sharp gasp, my heart racing wildly in my chest, pounding like a war drum against my ribcage. Coughing violently, I clutch at my throat, as if my lungs have been stripped of every precious breath. It feels as though all the oxygen has been cruelly siphoned away, leaving me desperate for the sweet relief of air. Instinctively, my hands reach out, searching for something—anything—to grasp, but they find nothing but emptiness.
It's cold. Not just the chilling caress of a winter breeze, but a profound, penetrating cold that seeps through my skin and burrows into my very bones. My breath escapes me in shaky gasps, panic rising within as I slowly come to the disconcerting realization: I can't see. Not even the faintest flicker of light graces my vision.
This...
This isn't the past.
It's just black. Endless.
I blink repeatedly, desperate for clarity, but the void remains unyielding. A flicker of panic ignites within me, and I wonder if my eyes are even open at all. Slowly, I attempt to sit up, my muscles protesting against the unfamiliar weight of my surroundings. As I lift myself, my hands suddenly dip into something slick and cool, a startling sensation that jolts me into a heightened state of awareness.
Lowering my head, I gasp at the sight beneath me—a ground transformed into a surreal landscape, covered in a pool of glistening purple and white fluid. It flows like liquid silk, swirling around me in intricate patterns, reflecting the absence of light in a hauntingly beautiful manner.
Scattered among this bizarre puddle are torn petals of various unknown flowers, their colors muted and ethereal, drifting lazily in the strange substance like forgotten memories. Each petal, once vibrant, now appears fragile and delicate, adding to the eerie ambiance of this disorienting realm.
The icy surface sends shivers cascading down my spine, and I struggle to comprehend my surroundings.
A sense of unease grips me as I realize that this place is not just a void; it is alive in its own peculiar way, breathing a strange energy that whispers through the darkness. It feels as though I have crossed into a liminal space, a threshold between realities where time is suspended, and logic is upended.
